We hold a Burns Supper for friends most years and include any acquaintance or neighbour who has never had the pleasure of attending such an occasion previously.
We start with smoked salmon, then haggis, neeps and tatties with a jug of whisky and peppercorn sauce. Cranachan for pudding.
All this is served by DH who dresses as the traditional Poosie Nancy, resplendent in mob cap, apron and tartan sash.
The food is less important than the company - we have great fun getting everyone to recite or sing something by Burns.
It matters not a jot how inaccurate the recitations are - everyone's usually too bloody drunk to care.
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.
